A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 502: Phantom

Time passes by.

The three of them looked anxious, and Harry stared at the fire burning in the fireplace, expecting it to suddenly change color and a wizard emerge from it to tell them what had happened. Or a Patronus with a message...but nothing happened.

The firewood crackled, and the atmosphere in the office became dull and depressing. Harry thought it was because of the high temperature—it was the end of July, and it was almost August, a time when not many people chose to light their fireplaces.

He needs a temperature-controlled locket... Harry thought about it in a futile way, but in an instant he was weighed down by even heavier worries. Agreed to this plan, if Sirius died because of this, it was entirely his fault.

At this moment, the flames in the fireplace suddenly sprang up. It was as tall as a person, and the color turned emerald green, and a figure appeared in rotation.

It's Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Harry's heart was pounding, and he heard a suppressed scream next to him, but he couldn't tell which of Ron and Hermione it was from, and the flame had returned to orange, which meant that Seeing that there was no one behind, Harry's heart twitched.

Where is Sirius? Where's Ms. Burns? He yelled in his heart.

"How's the situation?" Felix jumped up from the sofa, keeping the coins he was playing in his fists.

"It went well," Kingsley said, his face was sweaty, his clothes were messy, and there was a lot of grey-brown dirt rubbing against him, as if he had just experienced a battle. "Caught two Death Eaters, the escaped McNeill and Rookwood, August Rookwood."

"Where's Voldemort, he didn't show up?" Felix asked with a frown.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione held their breath and looked at Kingsley eagerly. Kingsley shook his head, looking puzzled and puzzled, "I didn't meet anyone. In fact, only these two Death Eaters The rest are a motley crew—dementors, a few werewolves, vampires, and dark wizards from nowhere... Burns thinks they're under the Imperius Curse.”

"So Voldemort was just testing? He was observing in secret?" Felix said to himself, not satisfied with the result.

"It should be like this." Kingsley panted, "There are a lot of cannon fodder, and they rushed up, which surprised us. I wonder when the Death Eaters were so brave... The casualties are all that When it happened—"

"Casualties?" Hermione gasped.

"Oh, no one died," Kingsley explained, "several were injured, non-life threatening - I went on, the two Death Eaters standing back, they seemed to be just Simply to complete the probing work and cast spells from a distance, Sirius and Burns cooperated to knock down one, and the other... I guess Dumbledore made a secret move."

Felix pretty much sorted out the whole process.

"What about Sirius, where is he now?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"I'm with Burns, I'll report back alone, and I'll bring some people over to bring the captives back, er, of course—and the healer." Kingsley said, turning to look at Felix , "Mr. Haip, this operation barely met expectations, and then you can leave with the child. Mrs. Weasley is arranged in Arthur's office."

Felix nodded silently. Then Kingsley hurried out of the office.

"Let's go, I'll take you back," Felix said.

"Is that the end?" Harry asked, still feeling a little weird.

"It can't be helped, Voldemort won't take the bait," Felix shrugged, "This is war, you can't expect your opponent to make a fatal mistake at the beginning, and then once and for all, even though..." He frowned, from Lu According to the news sent back by Hughes, Voldemort has been a little too low-key recently, and he hasn't appeared a few times at all.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he wants to gather followers first.

The group of Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban were all sent out by him.

"Let's go meet Mrs. Weasley first, and then you return to the Order of the Phoenix." Felix said, they walked out of the office of the Minister of Magic, took the elevator to the second floor where the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, prohibiting the abuse of Muggles The item office is on this floor. The four of them stepped out of the elevator and came to a corridor with doors on both sides.

"We need to go through two gates, then turn left, then right, and finally walk to the end of the corridor." Ron said to a somewhat disappointed Harry, "I've been here a few times, Aurors The cubicles are very distinctive..."

After entering the first oak gate, they came to an open area. This is where the Aurors work together. There are not many people at the moment. Both excited and worried.

"The action was sudden...without much news..."

"Hope for a good outcome."

"Didn't Kingsley say he won a big victory?"

"Chesterton, congratulations on your promotion, you should be the youngest director of the Dangerous Animals Committee?"

"I also got a little help from my family." A young man said in a long and reserved voice, revealing the family crest on his chest.

…

"Chesterton Avery!?" Hermione suddenly turned her head and screamed, her eyes fixed on the flamboyant young man.

Standing in a small cubicle, Chesterton looked towards her, the smile on his face quickly faded, and he said haughtily, "It's me, and you are—" His eyes met Harry's. The three moved between them, and then saw Felix behind them, and said in a weak voice: "So the award ceremony is over?"

Hermione, however, was ungrateful, staring at him and whispering, "You wicked—"

"Hermione," Felix interrupted.

Chesterton looked annoyed, and also in a daze of unknown reason. He intended to say a few harsh words, but he was also afraid of Felix who was standing aside, his eyes switched back and forth between shrinking and vicious. Finally, he snorted heavily and turned around without looking back.

Hermione looked at him incredulously.

"A man like him can get promoted?" Hermione said indignantly as they had passed through the second oak door and walked in the empty corridor, and both Harry and Ron were surprised by her fierceness. manner.

They had never heard that Hermione had anything to do with this man.

"I remember!" Harry said suddenly, "Avery, remember? In the graveyard, Voldemort was the first Death Eater to torture, because he pretended to be the victim of the robbery after Voldemort's fall." Soul curse, I escaped punishment..."

Ron thought about it too. "It's true, but the voice is different, that Avery is obviously older——"

"Doesn't that mean they're all bad?" said Hermione meanly. "Professor, why doesn't the Ministry of Magic arrest all Death Eaters who know their names?"

"Calm down, Miss Granger." Felix said, "The Ministry of Magic represents order, and you can't arrest people for no reason... But there must be private stalking." A momentary escape is nothing, Lucius It can be proved that a large number of people entered Azkaban at any time.

But no one knows what Voldemort, who is helpless and has lost hope of ruling, will do.

The key to this war has always been only Voldemort.

"Ms. Burns should really look into those pure-blooded scum..." Hermione muttered in a low voice, and Ron glanced over, and she hurriedly said, "Oh, of course your family doesn't count, you are-- "

"—A pure-blood traitor." Ron nodded and said to himself.

They found Mrs. Weasley in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division on the second floor. She was in a fairly stable mood, with Percy by her side. When she saw Harry and the others coming in, she rushed over and hugged and kissed them.

"Fortunately, you are all okay——"

"Mom," Ron struggled. "We never went out at all!"

"Well, even so..." she said with a smile, "Your father went to help. I heard that no one was injured, and a group of bad guys were caught. The action was smooth and successful... Ms. Burns Take the lead, we have a good minister."

Mrs. Weasley was obviously very satisfied with the result. Harry looked at the smiling and silent Professor Happe, and wisely did not tell her that the greatest source of danger in the whole operation - Voldemort had not appeared.

"Let's wait for Arthur for a while, let me have a look at him," said Mrs. Weasley sheepishly, "and then we'll go back and prepare your birthday party," she said to Harry. "And you, Percy, must come tonight."

"Mum, I'm busy," Percy muttered, "There's a dozen reports to write—"

"Take Penelope with you - be careful if you forget." Mrs. Weasley finished speaking on her own, leaving Percy helpless.

They took the elevator to the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic, staring into the distance at the gilded fireplace on one side of the wall.

Ten minutes later——

Felix stared at the fireplace area, the fireplaces rose up in unison, and figures returned triumphantly from inside. The resplendent hall was immediately bustling with thunderous applause.

The Aurors escorted more than two dozen black-robed wizards to appear. These black-robed wizards all wore hoods and looked like Death Eaters. It's just that the mask on his face was taken away, his robe was also dirty, and he was pushed forward staggeringly.

In Felix's eyes, these attackers—most of them were quite downcast, a few vampires with pale faces and thick dark circles under their eyes looked listless, as if they hadn't slept for a few days. The team looks very different.

And there is an alternative among vampires. He seemed to be in good spirits, looking around without any sign of fear. When his eyes fell in Felix's direction, he grinned happily.

Harry also stared at the crowd, knowing that some of them might have been controlled by Death Eaters with spells, but he had no impression of how to check. If Avery managed to get away with it by lying about being under the Imperius Curse, what about now?

Harry's scar suddenly felt inexplicably painful.

Harry's eyes were wide open, and his brain was like a boiling cauldron in which the spoon kept stirring. Occlumency could only barely keep him from passing out. Harry was dizzy for a while, his perspective changed rapidly, and he appeared in another person's body. Through those eyes, he looked to the opposite side, where his enemy was—

Harry Potter Who Lived, Dishonored Ron Weasley, Mudblood Hermione Granger, and, to his awe, the menace Felix Heap.

"No—" Harry shouted, and he didn't know whose mouth it came from.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?"

"Harry?"

Harry was out of breath, bent down and pointed in one direction: "Volt, Voldemort...he's here!" He found his consciousness back in his body, and Sirius and Ms. Burns ran over quickly, listening At this sentence, he stopped in place in astonishment.

Felix narrowed his eyes and stared in the direction Harry pointed - there was no Voldemort there, only the chained attacker.

"He's really here!" Harry was in a hurry, but Voldemort stood there calmly, looking at him with bloodshot eyes, "Don't let him hurt anyone!"

But the others seemed completely oblivious to Voldemort.

"There he is! Voldemort!" Harry was terrified. Why didn't everyone look at Voldemort, but at him?

"Harry, what do you—"

"Is it an illusion?"

"There he is," Harry was still trying to explain, his eyes fixed on the front, "he was dressed in black! Black suit and black tie, tilting his head, moving his fingers, he drew his wand—you guys , You——" The people around him took a step back and looked at him cautiously.

"Put down your wand, Harry," said Hermione tremblingly.

What is she talking about? Harry was puzzled. He stared at his hand suddenly, the wand appeared there at some point, his hand seemed to be out of order, and a force was constantly competing with him.

"Use your Occlumency, Harry."

Felix said in a deep voice, while staring at the strangely behaving vampire, starlight in his eyes, the magic of the thinking cabin was released in an instant, and in a space of nothingness, he only had time to catch a glimpse: a thin person lying on the ground , groaning in pain; the other—Voldemort let out a contemptuous sneer, and raised his wand.

"Avada——"

Felix cut off the magic instantly.

In reality, the pale vampire fell to the ground without any breath of life.

"He's dead!" said the Auror escorting him in horror.

At the same time, Harry felt dizzy for a while, and when he woke up again, he found himself lying on a sofa. He heard muffled voices.

Harry tried to prop up his ears and bumped his head against a human hand.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered.

"Hush." ​​Harry shook his head lightly, he opened his eyes, judging from the decoration style, this should be the office of the Minister of Magic, but it's not in the same room.

"Dumbledore, I need to know why, the boy—" It was Ms. Burns' voice, but he couldn't hear clearly through something.

"He has a name!" Sirius exclaimed angrily.

"Okay——Harry said that he saw the You-Know-Who, and he can accurately describe the behavior of the You-Know-Who, we all know this is not true, it may be an illusion, but, but—" Ms. Burns His voice was lowered.

Harry tried his best but could only hear a little bit, Hermione handed him a retractable ear calmly, he gave her a grateful look, then put one end into his ear, and the voice became clear immediately .

"—His movements, he is imitating the movements of the mysterious person in his mouth."

Harry's heart fell to the bottom of a cold lake.

"You mean to say that the You-Know-Who manipulated Harry?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"It's not ruled out," Burns said dryly, and Sirius let out a sound that sounded like a dog barking. "It may be a curse or something. Everyone knows that Voldemort is very good at these things. I need to know your opinion so that I can make suitable arrangements."

After a moment of silence——

"That scar, which Voldemort's unsuccessful spell linked him to Harry, interacted with each other when they were in close proximity. And Harry, who was only a fifteen-year-old boy, Obviously at a disadvantage—"

said Dumbledore softly.

"But I can assure you, Amelia. Harry is absolutely safe in the Order of the Phoenix and Hogwarts, from others and from himself. And it must be said that Harry He is quite talented in Occlumency, and it may be that Felix's tutoring is very effective..."

"Thank you for the compliment, Headmaster Dumbledore," said Felix's voice.

"Well, I trust your judgment." Ms. Burns was persuaded, "Does the kid—Harry, need to send him to St. Mungo's?"

"I think Mrs Weasley will take care of him," said Dumbledore curtly.

The sound of footsteps became clear, Harry immediately buried his head in the sofa and pretended to be asleep, his mind was in a mess, Hermione took the opportunity to pull the retractable ear from his ear-the next second, Dumbledore, Bourne In came Adams, Sirius, and Felix.

She puts her hands behind her back unnaturally.

"Let Mrs. Weasley in, she must be waiting impatiently..." Dumbledore said gently.

"I'll tell Mum," said Ron, standing up.

"Also—about the Anti-thief Falls, we must hurry up, Mr. Haipu, can I go to the 'Future World' company with you?" Ms. Burns was still discussing work.

"No problem." Felix nodded.

Harry fell asleep again.

…

When Felix and Ms. Burns came out of the "Future World" company, it was completely dark, and most of the shops were closed. The arrest warrant is very clear.

"I'm going back to the Ministry from the Common Fireplace, don't worry," said Ms Burns.

Felix nodded, watched her disappear into the fireplace, turned around and walked towards Sword Fort, he wanted to study the information on Anti-thief Falls, at least to clear up the difficulties one by one.

At this time, a young figure rushed out from the darkness—a little boy, maybe only seven or eight years old.

Are there any nearby residents? Felix felt no threat from him ~IndoMTL.com~ but...he was staring at a letter the boy was holding in his hand.

"One, a bald-headed uncle asked me to give it to you," the little boy timidly held up the letter in his hand, and said in a crying voice: "He told me to wait here, I want to go home...but I can't Can't get out."

Felix's eyes froze, and he quickly looked at it from the perspective of magic power, and there was only a faint trace of magic power lingering on the envelope. He took the letter and patted the little boy's head, "I received it, you should go home quickly."

Felix didn't open the letter until the little boy disappeared. There was only an apparition address and a provocative evil magic power.

"Are you going to duel with me? I have been looking forward to it for a long time. I didn't use a lot of magic last time."

Felix stared at the letter and said to himself, he seemed to have received the same treatment as Dumbledore, and was secretly engaged by Voldemort. It seems that Voldemort was extremely impressed by his incarnation of runes and his escape from the Killing Curse.

He immediately apparated and disappeared in Diagon Alley.

The cool breeze is a good time to experiment with magic.